Exponents of song light up my aural equations of bliss. Here and there, a letter leaks from me. A dusting of glitter and numbers falls from my shoulders. Where I am from, the sea determines the boundaries of your fear. Somehow all these cold hearted stars and fiery ice caps are supposed to add up and everything will be fine like wine, but division and subtraction are coming, armed to the teeth and lukewarm to the beautiful anomalies we call men.
Miniature Moon 